My life is running so fast, I don't know how to take time to write. When I write, I am not using my time to study the Word. Sitting with the Lord.

I wanted to discuss all the blessings, all the changes from this trip to Arizona, how this family has scooped me up in business and in love for the Lord. I am changed by it.

But all I can do still,. days later, is sit with Charlie.

My Life is blessed. Thank you Lord for the gift of it. Again, today I rise.

I want to write about the distinction of George Floyd and Charlie Kirk - and how we react.
I want to write about the power of a young, white, male, Christian standing for all.
I want to write about the call of the Churches.
I want to write about the cowardice of the GOP leaders I encountered this week.
I want to write about my friendship deepening with Ethan, and how it walks me to Jesus closer and closer.
I want to write about the visit with my cousins and my aunt, and Jesus. Beautiful.
I want to write about how I weep for Anna Stewart, for her to hear the Lord and be convicted.
I want to write about the joy I have for my life and how humbled I am by the Lord's path for me.

But instead, I post this picture of the once-in-a-generation voice. Taken from us.

He is whole, and home - like Patty. I am sure.
It is the void here in this earthly place that I search for...guidance and my role and my job and my voice.
FOR HIM. For His Glory

Like Charlie lived. I can do better.